EDS lost their Chrysler contract (news to them, and lost it to overseas jobs). We fretted a bit about The Big Guy not getting another placement and then he got one Friday (or today, I’m a little unclear). And now we have the news that the boards of HP and EDS approved the sale of EDS to HP for a whopping many billions. While the new placement thing had the mental safety net of “look how much they’ve invested in him; they couldn’t let him go easily” we’re now faced with the “all bets are off” portion of a merger-sale. HP doesn’t give a rat’s ass about The Big Guy and what he’s done. We’d be fooling ourselves to say they did. We were only slightly fooling ourselves to think that EDS would keep him on because of investing in him so heavily (and him being a great employee). That last bit worked out in our favor with the new placement, but now today with the news….Damn. Just damn. Don’t want to gloom and doom but I’m now officially nauseated because I just don’t know what’s going on.

The day has been overcast and wet and yet I still find myself inspired by the discoveries of the last 24 hours. Senator Obama speaking on race, one of the few speeches I’ve actively sought out about the presidential campaign. The knowledge that my current job contract is, much to my surprise, considered an open-ended contract. And the first tentative tendrils of growth appearing in my garden, proving that even if we have more bouts with the glorious white stuff my land is waking up and the squirrels haven’t won.

I’ve done everything I can possibly think of to take up and fill the time before my contract ends tomorrow, but truth be told, I’ve pulled off three minor miracles and have been done for four days. Nitpicking is the best I can say for what I’ve done this week. Tomorrow is going to be a giant case of short-timer’s syndrome. I literally can’t think of what else to do to finish off my work here. I’ve even spent time on a lunch break writing out a fiction story long hand to make the time go faster. *sigh*

Mimosas Saturday in celebration, I think but The Big Guy is making noises about breakfast out.

PS: To the Divine Ms A and The Duc…THANKYOU for the suggestion about the heated mattress pad. All I gots to say is…holy crap. WOOT!